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#016: To make work for who?

To garner respect under their watchful eye He gathered the gold-rimmed dust, the dirt, the crumbs And wove them into a tapestry of pride Their glassy eyes, tumblers full of island rums . That hum of panic, soul’s departure drum will Lead one down those syncopated streets one By one, tongue to the sidewalk, sweeper…
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#015: Like leaves on the ground

Crumpled foliage Flood the streets, the house, the heath Bare spines in plain sight
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#014: On the language floor of a bookshop

I’m trying to decide whether to buy Miguel de Cervantes for kids Or a book on the grammatical structure of Jamaican Creole When- . “Gary, love, you know those twenty pound notes you gave me” . A tinny voice Scratches their way out of a speaker phone The hand that holds the phone Nowhere to…
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#013: I hear a sheep go baa in the middle of the city

9:27pm I hear a sheep go baa in the middle of the city Or perhaps it’s my neighbour’s cat trying to do their Simba thing Or the tease between a stray door and the wind Or maybe a sheep really did go baa. . Their staccato vibrations Pleasantly pierce through the tweeting birds Who have…
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#012: Arguing with the elements

A friendly fracas For a bird in want of flight “Where are you going” Called the wind after the crow “Ha. Wouldn’t you like to know?”